It’s my eldest daughter’s birthday today. After a bad start in life, for which I will always be responsible, she grows happily into her own person. It’s interesting to wonder which is more important….getting food or gluing one’s teeth in. Today she went for food and gas.
I elected to leave my old partial out as I kept impaling my tongue on one spikish bracket. I know I look vaguely homeless and unkempt, but it’s better than stabbing myself with every other word.
Today I have been desperately fuzzy. Maybe when I get my crown and partial back, Thursday after a diet and exercise meeting with my GP, I will once again appear semi whole and my brain will blossom. Then again Margot seems whole even without her Fixodent.
So there we were, mother in black and white, and daughter in navy and white both without teeth. Perhaps there’s something to be said for love.